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I was five and he was six |
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We rode on horses made of sticks |
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He wore black and I wore white |
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He would always win the fight |
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Bang bang, he shot me down |
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Bang bang, I hit the ground |
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Bang bang, that awful sound |
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Bang bang, my baby shot me down |
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Seasons came and changed the time |
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And I grew up, I called him mine |
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He would always laugh and say |
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"Remember when we used to play?" |
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Bang bang, I shot you down |
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Bang bang, you hit the ground |
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Bang bang, that awful sound |
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Bang bang, I used to shoot you down |
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Music played and people sang |
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Just for me the church bells rang |
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Now he's gone I don't know why |
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Until this days sometimes I cry |
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He didn't even say goodbye |
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He didn't take the time to lie |
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Bang bang, he shot me down |
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Bang bang, I hit the ground |
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Bang bang, that awful sound |
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Bang bang, my baby shot me down |
